Chapter 2: Library, Lumos, and Zetsu.

In the blazing summer heat, a lone trunk could be spotted between two sand dunes. In the spacious trunk, you could hear the ever-pleasing cursing of a five-year-old.

Stupid shit! Stupid library! It's been a week and I still have no idea where I am or how to get home.

After the first night, Solomon took up the challenge to train as well as figure out a way home. This past week he has been constantly doing ten push-ups, and sit-ups as well as thirty minutes of cardio; whether it be running in the gym or swimming.

In addition, he has been draining his magical core at night before bed. How you may ask? In the study, he found 5 wands. After some trial and error, Solomon found a semi-long, dark brown wand with two streaks of black wood on its sides, and a swirl that met at the base. The wand was not the longest or the most aesthetic but the feedback on it was the strongest. Solomon had no clue about Wandlore or the core of the wand but his magic flowed alright: it was not perfect but manageable. Solomon did not know who these wands belong to and he didn't really care either. All he knew is that these wands couldn't be traced to him and even if they were, he would simply chuck them.

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After that day he would constantly use Lumos at night, whenever he looked through his memories of those fanfictions about some MCs pulling off Lumos as an infant or them "magically" doing it on their first try it would anger him to oblivion. This however did not stop him because his hard work will definitely pay off!

Yesterday was different though, it was his first attempt to do any wandless magic and hate to break it to you but it was abysmal and by that, it was: zero, nothing, fucking nada. Since regular spells with a wand were already hard enough and wandless - he didn't have a clue where to even begin - Solomon had to take a different approach.

Solomon did the opposite of what those fanfictions talked about, those brainless fanfictions talked about some bullshit to do with finding your magical core, and bam! Wandless magic. He could only shake his head at the foolery. He had to work his way backward to find his magic core. Wand in hand he commanded - Lumos.

While he supplied his wand he slowly closed his eyes and followed the flow. Magic pulsated out the wand, as the magic headed towards the tip of the wand, he was heading to its source. Magic went up Solomon's right arm, and traveled across his right pec, past his sternum to his left side. The magic circulated around his heart, and as it made its way behind, there his magic core illuminated. It was truly beautiful as hues of warm cobalt, light greens, and streaks of red blended in a salsa.

Solomon did not know if other magical cores had these colors or if it was only his own but the experience was truly mystical.

Nox - and with that, he found it: his magic core.

*huff huff* Solomon was drenched in sweat for a five-year-old to hold a spell for that long was tiring.

Solomon was done for the afternoon, after a quick shower where he played tag with the shower head and avoided getting shampoo in his eyes. It was time to look into a solution to get home.

However, before he got dressed Solomon took some time to look in the mirror. He of course had to step on a stool to get a good look but it was worth the struggle. He had a full head of the darkest black curls that would garner jealousy from Afro Queens, his skin was a healthy almond brown(suspiciously he was darker in his past life), another difference was his eyes. Solomon has been questioning if they were even real for a week as the tones of purple and hazel formed a sort of miniature cosmic star.

Solomon had to pull himself away from the mirror, commenting - Narcissist. He definitely had to find some sort of civilization soon because talking to himself was not healthy.

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After dawning on a t-shirt from his endless closet and distressed jeans. Solomon would work on concealment and being unseen for an hour or two before dinner. He added this drill to his schedule two days ago. He took a page from one of his favorite anime's from his past life: HunterXHunter.

Zetsu - the complete blockage of Nen flow in the body or in his case Magic. As his breathing slowed down, Solomon looked inside himself at his magic core. The objective was to wrap his core with a membrane of mana, this would act as a cloak to his magic making his presence almost nonexistent. The more Solomon practiced the better he got, even though he was five he knew that this technique was a must in his arsenal.

If he was to make it home, he didn't know what he was getting himself into. Rather than working on a flimsy attack spell without a lot of power behind it, due to an embryo of a core. Camouflage was the most realistic path to take.

After Solomon practiced his magic-based Zetsu, he did not slowly unravel the membrane. He learned during the first day of the drill that forcefully pounding the core helped it expand, though the expansion was minimal, after a few years his efforts would bear fruit.

After a hearty dinner, Solomon started to work on understanding where he is in the desert and how a Portkey works. Making his way to the library, he was met with huge doors easily reaching ten feet and as a five-year-old it eclipsed him. Solomon got another daily workout as he pushed the doors with his full body on the line. Even though it was not healthy for Solomon to work on Astronomy, mapping, apparition, and how a Portkey functioned at night, he had to use his time wisely.

There in the middle of the desert, as the wind sent a chill down his back, Solomon meditated under a thousand stars. With each breath, he took his magic radiated. This was a nightly occurrence after reading up on his daily research. Solomon felt like he was making progress but he knew it would be a while till he made it home. He thought about many things throughout the night, as random ideas would wiggle their way into his head.

There is much to do, but the first task is making it home. He didn't know why but he knew it was a must:

To fully move forward in life, Solomon needed confirmation of his worries...